Chapter 128 The Fool's Bride for Good Luck (Part 3)

Xie Rong really wanted to get angry and teach the man a lesson.

But what's the point of bullying a fool with the same vicious methods as before?

He didn't marry into this family to bully a fool! He's going to be a rich wife.

Xie Rong turned his gaze and caught sight of Steward Zhao, who was standing silently with his head down.

"Steward Zhao, you just said you could give me any orders?"

Zhao Tongguang nodded, "I will follow your orders, young mistress."

"Then come here and eat all the shrimp for me."

As soon as Xie Rong finished speaking, the fool grabbed his hand and glared menacingly at the approaching butler.

"Give it to your wife, not to him!"

Xie Rong was completely annoyed.

Fools are generally disliked, but disobedient fools are even more annoying.

"Shut up, or you won't get any food or sleep today!" A loud slap landed on Lu Chuan's face.

A fool who had been slapped had no idea how humiliating it was to be hit in the face. He probably wouldn't listen to Xie Rong and would just shut up.

Zhao Tongguang's face remained expressionless as he spoke, "Young Madam, General Lu said last night before his departure that as long as you treat the young master well, everything in the Lu family will be up to you."

“You’re wrong,” Xie Rong said. He was no fool. He had been working in the small restaurant for so many years and had seen all sorts of things. He was already good at sweet-talking and swindling money when he was only five years old. “Back then, it was your General Lu who, at his advanced age, shamelessly came to propose marriage. He said it was to bring good luck to his son, but actually he was worried that his stupid son would be bullied by people with ill intentions in the family while he was fighting in the war.”

"Is it so hard to choose between being bullied by a group of people or being bullied by me alone?" Xie Rong countered.

He knew very well that he wasn't a good person and wouldn't settle down and marry a fool.

But this fool happens to be surnamed Lu, so he can only bully him, since he used to be his dog.

Zhao Tongguang lowered his brows and eyes, and did not try to persuade him further.

After all, this young mistress's reputation for being shrewish on Lizhou Street was no joke.

"Come here, I'll treat you to some shrimp," Xie Rong said, picking up a peeled shrimp.

Zhao Tongguang bent down and lowered his head. Before he could smell the freshness of the shrimp, a subtle fragrance emanating from the skin and flesh wafted into his nostrils.

Many ladies in Lai Chau love to use trendy foreign perfumes, leaving a trail of fragrance wherever they go, and you can tell they're not cheap just by smelling them.

But this is far from being a fragrant breeze; it's very faint, almost imperceptible. You have to close your eyes, take a deep breath, and let your soul leave your body to smell it, in order to truly smell it, to the point that your soul feels so light it can't return to your body.

Zhao Tongguang put the shrimp meat in his mouth, chewed it lightly, and didn't taste much of the shrimp's freshness.

The young mistress picked up a second shrimp and held it to his mouth.

Zhao Tongguang lowered his head and ate it lightly, tasting a slightly sweet flavor.

When she was eating the third shrimp, the young mistress loosened her grip on her chopsticks, and the shrimp meat fell to the ground.

"What a pity, how could such expensive shrimp fall to the ground?" Xie Rong put down his chopsticks and took a sip of orange soda. "Butler Zhao, what should we do?"

Before Zhao Tongguang could speak, Lu Chuan said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, wife, I'll peel a fresh one for you."

Xie Rong cursed him as an idiot and slapped the shrimp he was about to peel away from his hand. "Who told you to speak?"

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Tongguang and repeated calmly, "Butler, what should we do?"

Putting aside what to do next, Zhao Tongguang decided to pick up the shrimp first.

He lifted his blue robe and squatted down, his back arched, reaching out to pick up a shrimp from the corner of the table. Before he could pick it up, a bright red high heel stepped on the back of his hand as if by accident.

The slender heel pressed against the bulging veins on the back of his hand, rubbing and grinding lightly, causing both pain and itchiness.

Zhao Tongguang looked up along the heel of the shoe, his gaze sweeping over the snow-white legs crossed beneath the slit of the young mistress's cheongsam, and meeting a pair of heterochromatic eyes that gleamed with a malicious light.

“It’s too much trouble to pick them up, let’s just eat them,” Xie Rong said softly.

But the shrimp fell very cunningly, right next to Xie Rong's chair leg. If Zhao Tongguang wanted to eat it, he had to crawl under the young mistress's skirt.

But the eldest young mistress has already spoken.

Zhao Tongguang lowered his body even further, his head disappearing under the draped bright red silk.

He felt a little lightheaded again, and couldn't taste any difference between the shrimp meat in his mouth and the clean shrimp in the bowl.

Xie Rong looked him over with satisfaction. "He's an obedient dog."

Zhao Tongguang stood there like a wooden statue, showing little expression despite being deliberately made difficult by Lu, truly befitting the youngest butler in the Lu residence.

In the afternoon, Xie Rong began to check the ledgers and then took the keys to the warehouse and walked around a few times.

If the warehouse hadn't been so cold, Xie Rong would have loved to lie down on that mountain of gold and take a nap.

Then they secretly moved the gold and silver mountains to the small restaurant, leaving Grandpa and his fellow apprentices speechless!

To be honest, the marriage didn't go smoothly at first.

Although General Lu went to propose marriage in person, he was almost kicked out by his grandfather and fellow disciples.

Xie Rong couldn't take his eyes off the pile of betrothal gifts. He sat on the big red wooden box with a happy face and rummaged through the treasures. The more he picked and chose, the more he liked them. Only then did Liu Quan let General Lu into the door and have some tea.

If it weren't for Liu Quan and his few fearless disciples, Xie Rong would probably have been locked up in that kind of small white building with no way out by those mad dogs from Lizhou who would eat meat and spit out bones, before he even turned eighteen.

The more chaotic the world becomes, the more beauty is seen as a sin.

Fortunately, Xie Rong was carefree and only worried that he was innocent.

When Xie Rong returned to the courtyard, Lu Chuan was already sitting at the gate waiting for him.

Upon hearing the sound of high heels on the bluestone pavement, the fool immediately raised his head and stared intently at Xie Rong as she gracefully walked over. The peonies on her cheongsam, both vulgar and elegant, swayed with her steps, more alluring and captivating than the real peonies in the garden.

“Wife, it looks beautiful,” Lu Chuan said blankly.

Xie Rong glared at him, but he didn't seem too happy.

His feet were killing him from wearing those high heels!

Xie Rong used to wear bright-colored long robes and gowns in small restaurants, which made her feel relaxed and comfortable, so she didn't need to wear high heels.

But he used to see wealthy women on the street dressed like that.

Xie Rong initially wanted to kick off the annoying shoe, but then he changed his mind and couldn't bear to.

"Idiot, can't you see my feet hurt? Come and carry me!" Why not use an idiot?

As Lu Chuan approached, Xie Rong opened his mouth, intending to teach this fool how to carry someone on his back, but unexpectedly, the man picked him up horizontally.

In early spring, Xie Rong loved to dress fashionably, so she wore thin clothes.

A draft blew in and out of the courtyard, and Xie Rong couldn't help but tremble.

He wrapped one arm around Lu Chuan's neck, his knee resting on the man's arm through the thin fabric, and he could almost clearly feel the hard, hot muscles on the fool's arm, the tough muscles forged in battle.

When this idiot isn't talking, he doesn't seem like an idiot at all.